#feormor brookborne

[jannadis]

and one of her mate!! he’s very round and soft and furry and i love him.

[jannadis]

we've canonically got demon hunters that dabble with other classes' abilities and don't follow the player mould, so ive been playing w/ my druid turned demon hunter maintaining some of his shape shifting with some modifications, of course

[jannadis]

i put this poor boy through a lot of pain.

[lathrine]

Feormor: 👍🎀💑🎥 (in-game celebrity)

👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking?

he likes doing the asking! feo likes to make it very plain how he feels about someone, even if those feelings aren’t reciprocated or go anywhere. and he isn’t offended by rejection, so he doesn’t have any qualms abt asking out people either

🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know?

okay so feo is SUPER loyal to his mate, and up until the draenor campaign (and after, when he became an illidari) he didn’t want to sleep with anyone but her (despite of the polyamorous culture we’ve built for the night elves). not even in a “if i wasn’t happily committed to someone” sense. 

💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner?

patience is a huge one, especially coming from his background as a druid. so patience, communication (obscene amounts of it), a good sense of humor, 

🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush?

oh my god MALFURION

[lathrine]

Feormor: Eyes and Dreams

He was born with eyes of gold. A sign of luck and greatness. A promise that wherever he went in life, whatever he did, good things would follow him. Success would be his partner for life, like the stars in the sky. It also meant his choices were very limited-- the Druids would have him, as soon as he was of age and heard the call of the Dream. They took every golden-eye they could, hording them and stowing them away down in the twists and shadows of the barrow dens like roots that needed to be stored for winter. Feormor went, and he trained, and he Slept. And when the horn sounded and he woke to protect the great tree, gold turned green-- turned black.

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If he could never dream again, if there were a way to forfeit all dreams for the rest of his life-- Feomore would take it. Hundreds and thousands of years, nearly his entire life, spent in The Dream made dreaming itself felt like a punishment. More than that even, dreaming _scared_ him. There would always a little bit of him that remained a druid. Some small portion of his soul no amount of scarring and felblood could reach. And that part of him yearned for the Dream so strongly it was frightening. More than once Feomor had pulled an all nighter or stayed awake until he collapsed of fatigue, just to stave of the pull of the Dream. Just out of fear that it might somehow reach past the fel in his blood and pull him back in.

Laz said it couldn’t. Lumilith said it couldn’t. _Malfurion_ had said it couldn’t. But Feormor knew his heart, and he knew the Dream. And he didn’t sleep.